Weird to see Magic Mountain at night, lit up by raging fires on the surrounding hillsides...

As I am often wont to do, I ate bad food (In 'N Out, though it could be worse) and listened to bad radio (all the hits of the '70s, '80s and '90s) and it was sooo good. I landed at the ole HSF's house in Riverside around midnight. The next morning, I found my way through the smoke and debris (seriously) to my folks' house in Rancho Mirage, then the pre-employment drug screening in Palm Desert.

It's so odd to be back in the desert. For real, this time.